ThirteenChicago › Wednesday, December 3, 2008 › 13h30
Cowboy drove the busy freeway as if his angel sat next to him. The big Dodge rolled through traffic like a pinball, bouncing across lane markers, dodging cars, avoiding semi-trucks and snowplows, advancing with a heavy foot when an opening appeared. When he reached his planned exit, he crossed three lanes of traffic, spraying watery grit and salt on the cars under his wing mirrors, exiting onto a roadway leading to the River Park Properties in South Chicago.
As he rolled through areas of luxury condos and posh patioed homes, he dropped a gear, then another. He glanced in the rearview mirror, then out the passenger-side window, reading street names and numbers posted on pillars that stood out in the hibernating countryside like Stonehe
